Charmed Chaos
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Emancipation of a Soul
February 3, 2017- the day of my emancipation. The chasing of the almighty dollar in exchange for my soul, done. No more living by other’s rules and expectations. Time to get back to me, the real me that no one knew. Back then, I didn’t even know who I was anymore.
What does my freedom look like today? It’s the ability to walk my dog daily. The time to sit and stare out the window for hours watching the birds cavorting in the trees. To see the shadow of the hawk as it flies overhead, searching for easy prey. To watch butterflies dance from flower to flower in my garden. To know I am no longer bound by the ticking clock or a rigorous schedule.
But the most precious freedom of all? To pen my thoughts and dreams, my nightmares, my heartaches until my fingers are aching and spent.
freedom, the taste sits
on my tongue like a bright song
the mockingbird trills
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Photo courtesy of: My wonderful daughter, Tracy Villalobos
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Life is good ☺❤
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Indeed it is! Thanks Walt. ❤️
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You’re very welcome! ☺❤
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❤️😊
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you!
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Cheers to you!!!! Continue to pen your words and enjoy the days specially listening and watching those birds ~ Love the sound: the mockingbird trills!
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Thank you Grace. Truly appreciate your words.
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Cheers to you!!!! Continue to pen your words and enjoy the days specially listening and watching those birds ~ Love the the sound: the mockingbird trills!
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Ain’t retirement grand.
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I may be retired, but I’m just getting started. Thank you, it’s Ken right?
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Yes.
Funny story. Back in the seventies/eighties, an elderly woman, close to me and deeply Polish (born shortly after her parents’ immigration to the States around the turn of the century) always called me Kent. I could never tell her differently.
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You’re a good man. How tender.
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I like the idea of freedom being the time and ability to write.
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Thank you Frank. Appreciate your kind words.
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I’m with you.
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I wish I could retire but I got years and miles before I can sleep (if I can do such a thing as retire lol)
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Don’t lose faith! Embrace the possibilities.
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Retirement sounds wonderful!
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It is. And I have enough time to begin a new chapter!
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Lovely! It’s the simple things that make our freedom sweet.
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Yes, it certainly is.
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Hello, I nominated you for the Three Days, Three quotes challenge. I hope you’ll join in and have fun with it. To check out what it’s about follow this link: https://keldayheart.wordpress.com/2018/06/11/three-days-three-quotes-challenge-day-one/
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Hello- This was in my spam folder- sorry I didn’t see it. I appreciate you thinking of me though- thank you.
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I love this – the fact that even you didn’t quite know who you were, and now you do. Lovely haiku – birdsong immerses us in nature.
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Thank you Sarah. Your words mean so much.
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I’m with you, Linda! I don’t have a dog any more but I also love to ‘stare out the window for hours watching the birds cavorting in the trees’ and ‘watch butterflies dance from flower to flower in my garden’. It is wonderful to be unfettered and write about it every day! I love the taste of freedom and mockingbird trills!
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Thank you Kim. We are blessed to be sure. I have a huge flock of peach faced love birds that come every morning to the feeders just outside my writing room window. They are like beautiful brightly colored acrobats!
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Sounds wonderful!
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It is!
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Your haiku reminds me of an old song called, Mocking Bird Hill. Freedom is to wake up in the morning on Mocking Bird hill!
Dwight
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I’ll have to look that one up! Thanks Dwight.
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It was popular in the folk generation of the sixties.
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Thanks!
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Still some years to go until I retire… freedom can be captured in small installments until then
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Yes, it certainly can.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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